Page 19 of The Italian Dom

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“How could you be so sure? Have you ever met Leo Bellomo, stayed with him at the same place? The jerk is a psycho maniac and the sneakiest, most devious evil-smart bastard I’ve ever met. I mean, he broke out of an asylum, and I’m guessing it wasn’t by jumping off the maximum security walls. He must have had help. Who knows who else he’d charm or kill to get his revenge? What kind of complex plan he has cooking in his twisted mind? Where he’d go or who he’d kidnap as leverage?”

I’d met the bastard, and I never liked him. He was exactly as she was describing, but he wasn’t a threat. Not to me, and so not to her. Even if he thought he could kidnap Nicky as leverage, he’d be drowning in blood before I would let him come anywhere near her. “Even if he does, he won’t stand a chance against me. But if you’re worried about your family, don’t. Tino won’t let anything happen to his wife and baby. You know that.”

“Yeah. I know.”

If she knew, then what was keeping her up?

“Is that how you convinced Il Lupo to agree to your plan? You told him I’d be safer here, one less person to protect, so he could have his full focus on Lina and Nick?”

My little kitten was smart. I did tell him that. It took me a lot of convincing, though. Tino was no idiota, and he was one of the most territorial fuckers across le famiglie. He wouldn’t have agreed to let someone else protect one of his own under any circumstances. I knew he’d only agreed because this was my test, and he knew like I did, Leo coming here was the least probable scenario.

If I protected her—and her honor, which was the real and much more difficult task here, especially while having her alone all to myself—I’d prove to him I’d meant every word I’d said and wasn’t fucking around. Only then he’d give her to me.

“What plan?” I played dumb.

“Getting me here alone with you.” She smiled, leaving my grip to fold her arms across her chest. She didn’t hide her nipples, and her tits perked up, giving me a delicious view. What was more delicious, though, was that genuine smile on her beautiful lips.

“First you call me Dom, and now you’re smiling. Now I’m worried.”

“Stop being a dick.”

I leaned into her, my gaze dropping to her lips against my will. If I pressed my mouth to hers, would she resist? “Then tell me what’s really keeping you up, little kitten?”

“Stop calling me that,” she said without losing the smile. Every fiber of her body was inviting. The flutter of her eyelashes. The goosebumps all over her skin. The parting of her lips. The swipe of her tongue. If I slid my hand between her legs, would she be as wet as I presumed she’d be? Was that what was keeping her awake?

My cock hardened at once. I swallowed, uncrossing her arms. Then I held both her hands in mine, and she let me keep them there. “What do you do when you can’t sleep?”

She bit her lip. “I…I watch a movie.”

“Davvero?” It wasn’t hard to guess what movie, and what she did while she watched. So why watch when she could have a live show?

“The TV is in my room. Wanna watch with me?”

I did wannawatchwith her. So fucking much. Thinking with my cock for a second, I was about to say yes, but the aching in my balls and the painful pulse in my erection didn’t totally blind me from the fact that I was here to guard and protect her, and Tino trusted me.

But she was finally loosening up, taking a chance, asking me to…

My jaws clenched hard, and my eyes squeezed. “Cazzo. I can’t believe I’m gonna cock block myself like that, but I can’twatchmovies while I’m working.”

When I opened my eyes, hers were traveling up and down my body and then stopped at my lips. She pulled her hands from mine and put them on my waist. “But you said Leo wouldn’t come here…”

“Nicky…” I sighed.

“It’s just a movie, Dom. You can guard me better in my room.”

Cazzoooo. When she said my name like that, when she was soft and inviting like that, when she was willingly touching me like that, when she wanted me like that, how the fuck could I say no?

Besides, I owed her an orgasm instead of the one I seemed to have interrupted.

“What about Daddy Tino?” I sighed again. “We’ll both be in trouble if he knows we spent the nightwatching.”

She shrugged playfully. “Won’t tell if you won’t.”

I leaned even closer, and her tits brushed my chest, my erection poking her hip, our mouths one breath apart. Fuck. I wanted her so goddamn much. Tino could go fuck himself. I didn’t give a shit. She was mine. “You’re right. I’ll guard you better in your room.”

She licked her lips, and her fingers worked the top button of my shirt. I let her finish all the buttons and free the shirt from the belt, let her be in control so she’d feel safe. She trembled as her fingertips brushed over my chest and abdomen, tracing my tattoos ever so lightly, and I enjoyed the lust and admiration in her stare along with the accelerated rise and fall of her perfect tits.

Her throat bobbed with a swallow. “I’ve never… I mean…”